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Sunday, June 1, 2008
best day ever.
me and the reverend strichnine twitch.
foxboro hot tubs has alot of the same band members as the network. the network has alot of the same band members as green day. that used to be more of a secret.
dorian and i went to see the foxboro hot tubs... and it was pretty much the best thing ever because it climaxed in the fulfilment of one of my life long dreams... to touch, smell and talk to billie joe armstrong.
it was kind of an all day thing.
the internets told us that lining up wouldnt be allowed before noon, tickets would go on sale at 3 but you wouldnt get a ticket, youd leave your name at will call and then the only way youd get in would be to show a matching ID at 7pm. all so that no one would be able to scalp the tickets.
well, suspicious and untrusting shrew that i am, i insisted that we cruise by around 11 to see if anyone was waiting in their cars nearby or something.sure enough, when we got there about 60 people were already in line.
after we had waited with them for about an hour a little man came out and said that tickets wouldnt be sold in advance at all and we would have to wait there, in the parking lot, until 7pm.
i blame the edge 103.9 for advertising the show on the radio as a green day concert. fuckers. the reason that things like a tiny foxboro hot tubs show with limited tickets and only shady ways to get them EXIST is so that actual real life fans who are willing to do the leg work and KNOW about the foxboro hot tubs will be rewarded. in point of fact, isnt that why the fucking foxboro hot tubs exist at all? so that green day fans can go see green day someplace other than the home depot center?i think so.leave it to the edge 103.9, that only plays music that came out while i was still in high school, to not get that and ruin it for all of us.
we werent planning on being there all day, so i had to make a trip home to change into my actual concert clothes and put on my night time face and i brought back books for me and dorian to read for seven and one half hours... in the sun.
around 1pm the little man came out and explained to us that we were a line "community" and that we were in charge of getting to know one another to ensure that no one cut in line.
obviously i balked at the idea of getting to know my line mates and scoffed at the little man. what a douche.
leave it to dorian to take that idea to heart and, indeed, make friends with our line mates while i was in the ladies room. turned out not to be all bad though. our new friend's kids watched our stuff and saved our place while we went to alice cooperstown and had a couple of beers. yes. we made friends with the line mothers. but... i got out of the line for an hour and got a head start on my drinking... i suppose thats worth aknowledging my advanced age and the fact that i am, in fact, a line mother. at least i was in good company. that will teach me to mock the idea of "community"
no it wont.
so, after about a million years of waiting and sunburning, we finally got in to the show. and we got a pretty decent spot, right against the barricade of tables that keep the nice clean ten year olds away from the dirty drinkers. still, the opening band didnt go on until 9:30. and they blew ass. girls with guns. it probably would have been better if they had some guns. all i know is that there were technical dificulties and that didnt do anything to make them worse.
but then, around 10:30, after 11 hours of waiting, the foxboro hot tubs came on. yowza.it was my boys, dressed up in 60s polka dots and big glasses and fur coats. the foxboro hot tubs album is fantastic. its as good as old green day. and its really great live. they have absurd energy. it was easily one of the best shows ive ever been to...and then i thought to myself, did i wait for nearly 8 hours in the sun to stand behind some tables while dozens of 11 year olds jump up on stage and molest my boyfriend? no, sir. i did not.
so... i wiggled my way up to the front of the stage while they played the last song before the encore. surprisingly not hard to do. probably because i was bigger and more agressive than the rest of the kids out there who were, lets say, at least 10 years younger than me. im being conservative. anyway. by the time they came out for the encore i was one persons width away from the stage.
they came back out and played red tide.
backstory: i have a tendency to like the songs that never get played live. if i had to pick my favorite green day song, i dont think i could. theres just too many. but roshambo, the network song, is easily one of my top 3 favorie songs. and red tide, the foxboro hot tubs song, is also easily in my top 3. i dont know which one is 2 or which is 3, and i have no idea what i would consider 1... but the price i pay for liking the slow songs is that you never get to hear them for real.
i got lucky enough to see mr. armstrong, fink- that night, play roshambo from about 10 yards away 3 years ago. and i thought that was as good as it would get.
and so last night, mr. armstrong, the reverend strichnine twitch, came out onstage and played red tide.
he was right in front of me. no barricade between the stage and the audience, he was easily within my reach. and so, i reached. and the man of my dirty dreams reached back and held my hand. best thing ever, right?
i thought so too.
and then foxoboro hot tubs started to play sally and about a hundred people rushed onstage. being only one row of humans back, i got swept up in the tide and ended up onstage, right behind billie joe armstrong. and then billie joe turned around. turned around. with his back to the crowd and his front to me---and I HUGGED BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. we embraced. EMBRACED. one of my arms around his shoulders and one around his waist. one of his around my waist and the other still holding the mic to facilitate the rocking of our socks off.
yes, friends, we- that is, billie joe armstrong and i- shared a moment. yes, shared. and ben affleck can blow me, because he has no idea what sharing a moment means... it didnt exist before last night.
in case you were curious, as i have always been, about mr. armstrong... he is just about as tall as me. seriously, shorter than dorian. and im totally fine with that. for the record. he also smells wonderful even when he smells bad and is every inch as fucking hot in real life and up close.
and like i said, his arms were around me and mine were around him and we jumped and jumped while he sang like a rock star (
just so you know.
and that lasted at least 15 seconds.
and then more and more people came up and knocked me down. but my friend billie joe picked me up. and then he asked me if i was ok. and i said that i was. and by then the song was over, and set me on my feet and dissapeared.
k.
best day ever.
me and the reverend strichnine twitch.
foxboro hot tubs has alot of the same band members as the network. the network has alot of the same band members as green day. that used to be more of a secret.
dorian and i went to see the foxboro hot tubs... and it was pretty much the best thing ever because it climaxed in the fulfilment of one of my life long dreams... to touch, smell and talk to billie joe armstrong.
it was kind of an all day thing.
the internets told us that lining up wouldnt be allowed before noon, tickets would go on sale at 3 but you wouldnt get a ticket, youd leave your name at will call and then the only way youd get in would be to show a matching ID at 7pm. all so that no one would be able to scalp the tickets.
well, suspicious and untrusting shrew that i am, i insisted that we cruise by around 11 to see if anyone was waiting in their cars nearby or something.sure enough, when we got there about 60 people were already in line.
after we had waited with them for about an hour a little man came out and said that tickets wouldnt be sold in advance at all and we would have to wait there, in the parking lot, until 7pm.
i blame the edge 103.9 for advertising the show on the radio as a green day concert. fuckers. the reason that things like a tiny foxboro hot tubs show with limited tickets and only shady ways to get them EXIST is so that actual real life fans who are willing to do the leg work and KNOW about the foxboro hot tubs will be rewarded. in point of fact, isnt that why the fucking foxboro hot tubs exist at all? so that green day fans can go see green day someplace other than the home depot center?i think so.leave it to the edge 103.9, that only plays music that came out while i was still in high school, to not get that and ruin it for all of us.
we werent planning on being there all day, so i had to make a trip home to change into my actual concert clothes and put on my night time face and i brought back books for me and dorian to read for seven and one half hours... in the sun.
around 1pm the little man came out and explained to us that we were a line "community" and that we were in charge of getting to know one another to ensure that no one cut in line.
obviously i balked at the idea of getting to know my line mates and scoffed at the little man. what a douche.
leave it to dorian to take that idea to heart and, indeed, make friends with our line mates while i was in the ladies room. turned out not to be all bad though. our new friend's kids watched our stuff and saved our place while we went to alice cooperstown and had a couple of beers. yes. we made friends with the line mothers. but... i got out of the line for an hour and got a head start on my drinking... i suppose thats worth aknowledging my advanced age and the fact that i am, in fact, a line mother. at least i was in good company. that will teach me to mock the idea of "community"
no it wont.
so, after about a million years of waiting and sunburning, we finally got in to the show. and we got a pretty decent spot, right against the barricade of tables that keep the nice clean ten year olds away from the dirty drinkers. still, the opening band didnt go on until 9:30. and they blew ass. girls with guns. it probably would have been better if they had some guns. all i know is that there were technical dificulties and that didnt do anything to make them worse.
but then, around 10:30, after 11 hours of waiting, the foxboro hot tubs came on. yowza.it was my boys, dressed up in 60s polka dots and big glasses and fur coats. the foxboro hot tubs album is fantastic. its as good as old green day. and its really great live. they have absurd energy. it was easily one of the best shows ive ever been to...and then i thought to myself, did i wait for nearly 8 hours in the sun to stand behind some tables while dozens of 11 year olds jump up on stage and molest my boyfriend? no, sir. i did not.
so... i wiggled my way up to the front of the stage while they played the last song before the encore. surprisingly not hard to do. probably because i was bigger and more agressive than the rest of the kids out there who were, lets say, at least 10 years younger than me. im being conservative. anyway. by the time they came out for the encore i was one persons width away from the stage.
they came back out and played red tide.
backstory: i have a tendency to like the songs that never get played live. if i had to pick my favorite green day song, i dont think i could. theres just too many. but roshambo, the network song, is easily one of my top 3 favorie songs. and red tide, the foxboro hot tubs song, is also easily in my top 3. i dont know which one is 2 or which is 3, and i have no idea what i would consider 1... but the price i pay for liking the slow songs is that you never get to hear them for real.
i got lucky enough to see mr. armstrong, fink- that night, play roshambo from about 10 yards away 3 years ago. and i thought that was as good as it would get.
and so last night, mr. armstrong, the reverend strichnine twitch, came out onstage and played red tide.
he was right in front of me. no barricade between the stage and the audience, he was easily within my reach. and so, i reached. and the man of my dirty dreams reached back and held my hand. best thing ever, right?
i thought so too.
and then foxoboro hot tubs started to play sally and about a hundred people rushed onstage. being only one row of humans back, i got swept up in the tide and ended up onstage, right behind billie joe armstrong. and then billie joe turned around. turned around. with his back to the crowd and his front to me---and I HUGGED BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. we embraced. EMBRACED. one of my arms around his shoulders and one around his waist. one of his around my waist and the other still holding the mic to facilitate the rocking of our socks off.
yes, friends, we- that is, billie joe armstrong and i- shared a moment. yes, shared. and ben affleck can blow me, because he has no idea what sharing a moment means... it didnt exist before last night.
in case you were curious, as i have always been, about mr. armstrong... he is just about as tall as me. seriously, shorter than dorian. and im totally fine with that. for the record. he also smells wonderful even when he smells bad and is every inch as fucking hot in real life and up close.
and like i said, his arms were around me and mine were around him and we jumped and jumped while he sang like a rock star (
just so you know.
and that lasted at least 15 seconds.
and then more and more people came up and knocked me down. but my friend billie joe picked me up. and then he asked me if i was ok. and i said that i was. and by then the song was over, and set me on my feet and dissapeared.
k.
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